Talons

I keep waking up where I already died

(don’t blink) they buried my name under marble and lies

Gothamian bloodline, a knife with a surname

Raised by the rich in a cage made of purpose

Born into marble and old money threats

Fed on tradition and powdered regrets

They taught me my name was a footnote at best

“You are a blade, don’t think, don’t rest”

I was a son once, I think, maybe not

Hard to recall when your memories rot

Dipped me in Lazarus, brought me back wrong

Heart still beating but the soul’s long gone

They froze me between the wars and the screams

Woke me for hits, then back to my dreams

Point, release, retract the blade

History buried in shallow graves

I keep waking up where I already died.

(don’t blink) they buried my name under marble and lies

Batman showed up, which complicated things

Turns out I had parents, names, and rings

A Lincoln? Wayne? That don’t sit right

You can’t resurrect truth after fifty deaths a night

They told me he lied, they told me he stole

But doubt’s a crack in a weaponized soul

I remembered a song, a face, a room

Which is not great for a living tomb

Owls in the rafters, knives in the dark

Old men betting on Gotham’s heart

They call it order, they call it fate

I call it rich men scared of change

I’ve been stabbed, shot, drowned, burned

Every time I come back less concerned

Lazarus drip, resurrection tax

Each rebirth peeling something back

I keep waking up where I already died

(don’t blink) they buried my name under marble and lies

I’m not a hero, I’m not a ghost

I’m what’s left when control gets close

If you hear wings in the alleyway

That’s history sharpening what it couldn’t say